When I was studying in class 10, the education in our state was very good at that time. At that time there was no sign of copying. All those who were studying in class 10 in my village or near village were very poor except me. He also had to do more tutoring. When the final exam started in February month and ended in April. After the examination was over, all the students were very happy, and said that their result would be good. But I was not satisfied with my exam. It was just that I would somehow pass.
Two months later, when the result was published on the daily paper. All the competing students went to a small town two kilometers away from the village to see their results, but I stayed home. But my father went to see my result.
In the evening when everyone returned from the city. All the students were very unhappy except my father. My father told that all the students have failed but you have passed. I was very happy but I was saddened by how much the % would be. On the second day, it came to light that in my school’s class 10, only 13 students have passed, out of which there are seven girls and six boys. The highest score among all these 13 students was 57%.
My life is a Story 